Half a degree above freezing at sunrise, and the sky is as clear as it gets. A towhee sings a backwards version of its song.
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Clear at sunrise, and so cold the mucous freezes in my nostrils. Trees pop at random intervals. A good day to be a black bear, fast asleep.